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“I don’t understand what you mean,” Jack said, sounding grumpy.

Ivy laughed. “Honey, it’s all right. This is supposed to be fun, not the Iron Chef.”

“No one understands me,” Jack said.

Grant smiled as I finished the last bite. I leaned over and kissed him before picking up my tray with more quesadillas. At the door, I nearly ran into Caspian.

“Everything okay in here?” Caspian’s gaze moved past me to the griddle. “How high have you got that heat?”

“Caspian Moon, you’re not allowed in here tonight,” Ivy said.

Caspian raised his hands. “Just trying to help.”

“Go sit down,” I said. “We’ve got this.”

I followed him out to the dining room and then headed over to Rosie Davis’s table, who was seated with my mother.

I recognized Rosie from the family information we’d been given at the market, although we hadn’t met until tonight. Matt, her eleven-year-old grandson, sat across from her. His sister Sophia was the little girl with the stroller.

At the moment, Sophia was trying to park it beside her chair without waking the baby.

“Can you move your foot?” Sophia asked Matt impatiently.

He moved it.

Sophia put her hands on her hips. “The other one too.”

Matt looked under the table. “Where am I supposed to put them?”

My mother caught my eye, smiling.

I set down their food. “How’s everybody doing?”

“Very well,” Rosie said. “This is a treat.”

“Did Sophia have to bring the dumb stroller?” Matt asked.

“Yes,” his sister said.

“I was asking Grandma.”

“The baby couldn’t stay home alone,” my mother told him.

He gave her a look that suggested he’d expected more sense from an adult.

“Exactly,” Sophia said.

I put a plate in front of her and crouched to collect a napkin from beneath the table.

Up close, I could see the stroller properly. The matching doll nestled inside, tucked beneath a blanket Sophia had folded around her. A stroller hadn’t been on her list but Grant had gotten it for her anyway. He’d chosen wisely.

Such a Grant thing to do, I thought, my heart full.

Grant came through the door carrying plates. He stopped when Sophia backed her stroller into the aisle, then moved a chair out of her way.

“There you go,” Grant said.

“Thank you,” Sophia said primly. “We’re going for a walk.”